After Abandoning Her, She Discovered That Her Partner Was a Paranoid - Chapter 1

H City International Airport, VIP waiting lounge.

Jing Feizuo held her forged passport between her fingertips, her long hair tucked beneath a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes. With practiced calm, she handed her documents to the staff.

In just ten more minutes, she would board the flight to Country B, completely escaping Wen Jin’s control.

But just as she was about to step into the boarding tunnel, the surrounding lights suddenly dimmed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the ground staff said with a polite smile, blocking her path. “Your flight has been temporarily canceled.”

Jing Feizuo narrowed her eyes, her peripheral vision sweeping the area.

The once-crowded waiting area had emptied, replaced by a row of black-suited bodyguards silently sealing off all exits.

At the far end, Wen Jin leaned against the glass door of the VIP lounge, a faint, mocking smile curving her crimson lips. She maintained her usual calm demeanor, radiating an overwhelming aura of power.

“What a coincidence, darling,” Wen Jin said with an elegant smile. “Your flight was canceled, wasn’t it? My private jet still has seats available. Why don’t you join me?”

Jing Feizuo sneered, struggling to keep her voice from trembling. “What if I told you I have no intention of getting on your plane?”

Wen Jin’s smile deepened, but her eyes remained as cold as a bottomless pool. “Then I’ll just have to carry you on myself.”

“Don’t come any closer. Let me go.” Jing Feizuo raised her phone, making sure Wen Jin saw the send button. “You know what the consequences will be if those text messages are exposed.”

Wen Jin remained unfazed by the “bomb” in Jing Feizuo’s hand, continuing to close the distance step by step.

“Wen Jin!” Jing Feizuo warned sharply, but her hand trembled slightly, and before she could press send, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed.

Then, she fell into a warm embrace.

“Careful, darling.” Wen Jin’s arms steadied her, her palm pressing against Jing Feizuo’s lower back, pulling her firmly against her chest. Wen Jin’s breath brushed against Jing Feizuo’s ear. “How was the tiramisu this morning?”

Jing Feizuo gritted her teeth, but her body went limp against her will. She forced out a few words with difficulty: “You… you’re despicable…”

“Running away before half a year has passed? Who’s more despicable?” Wen Jin countered, rubbing the corner of Jing Feizuo’s reddened eye. “I warned you. If you refused to come with me…”

Suddenly, Wen Jin’s arms tightened, lifting Jing Feizuo horizontally into her arms.

The sudden weightlessness made Jing Feizuo instinctively grab Wen Jin’s lapels, but her grip was too weak to hold even the fabric, her hands merely resting limply on her chest.

“Then I’ll carry you away myself.”

Wen Jin’s voice was soft. Jing Feizuo’s vision had already faded to darkness, and she could only feel Wen Jin’s lips pressing against her forehead, like a sealing ritual. Whether it was due to her fading consciousness, Jing Feizuo felt this seal was both icy and sorrowful.

Before she completely succumbed to the darkness, Jing Feizuo leaned against Wen Jin’s shoulder, a familiar sense of peace inexplicably rising within her. It pulled her into a vortex of time, back to more than half a year ago…

Outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city bustled with daytime activity, pedestrians hurrying along the streets. Inside, Wen Jin had just finished a set of high-intensity weight training. Sweat soaked the edges of her sports tank top, and her muscles, flushed with bl00d, appeared even more defined and powerful.

Wen Jin’s gaze shifted to the figure sprawled on the floor.

Jing Feizuo had been dragged to this gym under the pretense of “eliminating sub-health.” After barely managing a few sets of core exercises, her waist and abdomen ached, her body felt boneless, and she lay limp on the yoga mat, too exhausted to even twitch a finger.

“We’ve only been working out for an hour,” Wen Jin said, glancing at the clock. “Less than that, actually.”

“I really can’t go on,” Jing Feizuo groaned. “President Wen, are you a robot? Don’t you ever get tired?”

Wen Jin crouched beside her, amused by Jing Feizuo’s half-closed eyes and ragged breathing. “That’s because you barely exercise at all.”

Jing Feizuo opened one eye, too weary to argue. She simply huffed, “Whatever… carry me to the lounge.”

Jing Feizuo’s unreasonable demands were delivered with such conviction, yet Wen Jin’s heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vise.

Wen Jin chuckled softly and leaned down smoothly, slipping her arms under Jing Feizuo’s knees and back. With a slight effort, she effortlessly lifted Jing Feizuo into a horizontal carry.

“Alright, I’ll carry you.”

Nestled in Wen Jin’s arms, Jing Feizuo could feel the firm muscles of Wen Jin’s arms pressing against her back, a sensation that made her skin tingle.

Even after they left the shower, Jing Feizuo kept touching Wen Jin’s muscles. “Is there any way I can get muscles like this without any pain?”

Wen Jin replied with mock seriousness, “That’s a question truly worthy of human research. We’ll ask the Academy of Sciences tomorrow.”

“……” Jing Feizuo, exasperated by Wen Jin’s teasing, pressed her still-damp palm against Wen Jin’s cheek. “I want tiramisu from that place, and orange juice, double sugar.”

Half an hour later, they were seated in a booth at the café.

Wen Jin’s hair was still wet, but she had already opened her laptop to work on documents. Her other hand unconsciously massaged Jing Feizuo’s sore shoulder.

The server brought their meals. Jing Feizuo glanced at Wen Jin’s black coffee and whole-wheat crackers and clicked her tongue. “Good thing you haven’t gone completely insane and changed my diet.”

Jing Feizuo scooped up a spoonful of dessert, the aroma of cream and coffee liqueur melting on her tongue. She closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Wen Jin shot her a sidelong glance, her fingers never pausing their rhythmic tapping on the keyboard, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. “It’s because your protests were so effective.”

Jing Feizuo licked the cream from the corner of her mouth, deliberately drawing out her words. “President Wen, won’t you even try a bite?”

Wen Jin finally looked up from her screen, her gaze lingering on Jing Feizuo’s cocoa-dusted lips, her eyes darkening.

She turned and gently wiped the corner of Jing Feizuo’s mouth with her fingertip, the warmth of her touch lingering. The slow, deliberate movement enveloped them in an intimate atmosphere. “I prefer other desserts.”

The tips of Jing Feizuo’s ears flushed, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she provocatively bit Wen Jin’s fingertip and gently sucked on it.

The gesture instantly disrupted Wen Jin’s breathing. Her voice grew huskier, tinged with a warning. “Darling.”

Jing Feizuo smiled innocently, the corners of her eyes curving into a charming arc, but a mischievous glint shone in her eyes. “Hmm?”

Wen Jin suddenly leaned forward, the booth instantly feeling cramped.

Her palm pressed against the sofa back beside Jing Feizuo, trapping her in the small space. Her voice dropped to a whisper only they could hear: “Do you think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you in public?”

Jing Feizuo retorted without hesitation, “I only know that yesterday we were mocking the couples in the restaurant who were practically glued together.”

Wen Jin chuckled, retreating to her seat in mock surrender. Her gaze returned to the screen, but the earlier agitation lingered, her fingers hovering over the keyboard without moving.

Just then, Jing Feizuo’s phone buzzed with a notification.

She tapped the screen, and it lit up, displaying an email titled “European Project.” Her eyes lingered on it for a moment before she quickly turned off the screen.

“What was that?” Wen Jin asked.

Jing Feizuo flipped her phone face down on the table, her expression unchanged. “Lin Xin reminding me not to forget our meeting tonight.”

Wen Jin pursed her lips, taking a long moment before saying, “I’ll drop you off before I go to the office.”

Jing Feizuo deliberately asked, “Are you jealous?”

“No,” Wen Jin replied, her smile carrying a deeper meaning. “I’m just curious if you two talk about me behind my back.”

Jing Feizuo feigned surprise. “Why would you think that? Of course not.”

“Wen Jin actually let you out this week?” Outside, a cold wind howled, while inside, the steaming hot pot bubbled merrily. Lin Xin, her forehead already glistening with sweat and her tongue tingling from the spicy broth, popped a tender, chili-coated tripe into her mouth, all while complaining incessantly. “Since you got with her, you haven’t spent a single weekend out with me.”

Jing Feizuo sat across from her, humming in agreement without looking up, her fingers still busily tapping on her phone.

Seeing her friend’s dismissive attitude, Lin Xin snapped, “Hello? There’s a real person here! Do you even know what I just said?”

Jing Feizuo simply replied, “Mhm, mhm.”

Lin Xin bared her teeth in frustration and slammed her hand on the table. “Jing Feizuo!”

“Of course I was listening to you,” Jing Feizuo finally looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she revealed the contents of her phone screen to Lin Xin. “I was just checking in with Wen Jin.”

Lin Xin wrinkled her nose and huffed, “Friendship forgotten for love.”

The phone displayed Jing Feizuo’s chat history with Wen Jin. A tempting photo of a spicy hot pot broth was accompanied by the message:

Lin Xin is having the spicy hot pot, while I’m sticking to the clear broth.

After reading the message, Lin Xin glanced speechlessly at the table. The spicy hot pot was overflowing with ingredients Jing Feizuo had added, while the clear broth pot remained untouched, serving only to rinse Jing Feizuo’s chopsticks.

Just as Lin Xin was about to say something, Wen Jin replied on the phone screen:

You’re working so hard, darling.

Lin Xin finally rolled her eyes and slapped Jing Feizuo’s phone away with feigned annoyance. “Stop showing me your nauseating chat logs.” She took a sip of her drink, calming herself before remarking, “Still, I can’t believe you’re with Wen Jin, and that she’s actually like this in a relationship.”

Jing Feizuo didn’t respond, merely grunting as she plopped meat into the simmering hot pot.

She and Wen Jin had met three months earlier at a private art exhibition held in a high-rise apartment. Most of the guests were friends of the host, and since Jing Feizuo barely knew anyone, she stood awkwardly to the side, politely acknowledging the occasional greeting.

The moment Wen Jin stepped through the door, the relaxed atmosphere tightened abruptly. The crowd surged toward the entrance like reeds swept by a hurricane, a dense wall of wine glasses, business cards, and flattery forming around the newcomer.

Such a spectacle was rare.

Intrigued, Jing Feizuo glanced toward the entrance and spotted the woman at the center of the commotion.

The woman had long, black, wavy hair neatly swept back, revealing a sharply defined forehead and a pair of piercing, intelligent eyes.

As Jing Feizuo observed her with growing interest, the woman suddenly looked up, their gazes locking unexpectedly.

The moment their eyes met, Jing Feizuo immediately averted her gaze, ending the brief exchange. Yet she could still sense those eyes piercing through the invisible wall she had erected, locking onto her and gradually growing warmer.

Jing Feizuo typically handled others’ curiosity with effortless composure, so she remained rooted to the spot, patiently awaiting the owner of that intense gaze.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before she saw the woman from the crowd again.

Tall and slender, dressed in a sharply tailored suit, the woman’s commanding presence became even more palpable in person.

The woman, who stood half a head taller than Jing Feizuo, sat down beside her, her tone casual as if they were in a bar rather than an exhibition hall. “Want a drink?”

Even though Jing Feizuo had suspected Wen Jin’s identity was far from ordinary, and she had dealt with all sorts of businesspeople before, learning Wen Jin’s true status still left her feeling a surreal sense of disbelief.

Wen Jin, the current head of the Wen Group, a vast commercial empire with subsidiaries spanning every sector, pursued Jing Feizuo with relentless intensity from their very first meeting.

Jing Feizuo was momentarily stunned, but she quickly accepted the situation with a sense of entitlement. Within a short time, she had established a relationship with the business magnate, who was seven years her senior.

The moment Jing Feizuo shared the news with her friends, Lin Xin’s phone call came through.

The voice on the other end was devoid of joy, filled instead with alarm: “You’re really with Wen Jin?!”

Even now, Lin Xin wore a worried expression. “That’s Wen Jin we’re talking about! Forget about her pursuing you so aggressively—after just three months, she’s acting like she’d hand over the entire Wen Group to you. This has to be either a hidden agenda or ulterior motives.”

Lin Xin emphasized, “She’s too dangerous. You need to be extremely careful!”

“You said the same thing about Shen Zhiyi last time. She even found that stack of sketchbooks,” Jing Feizuo finally replied, her tone nonchalant. “But didn’t everything turn out fine in the end? Very peaceful.”

“You call that peace? She was practically ready to intercept you with missiles back then,” Lin Xin said, her lips twitching between a smile and tears. “Seriously, ever since you got together with Wen Jin, I haven’t dared to take on any Wen Group projects.”

Jing Feizuo understood Lin Xin’s meaning and chuckled. “You’re overreacting. Wen Jin isn’t that petty.”

“Do you know how old Wen Jin was when she took complete control of the Wen Group? Do you realize how massive the Wen Group is? She’s absolutely not someone to be trifled with—she’s even more formidable than you imagine,” Lin Xin insisted, leaning forward with genuine concern. “If you can’t walk away unscathed, I’d rather you two stay together forever.”

Jing Feizuo didn’t reply. She picked up a piece of cooked beef, took a bite, and frowned.

Overcooked.

Seeing Jing Feizuo’s silence, Lin Xin pressed on, “Are you really…”

“Breakups are normal in relationships,” Jing Feizuo interrupted, her voice barely audible over the bubbling hotpot. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”